#bard imagines

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Imagine Bard being head over heels in love with you. He constantly wants to feel his lips against yours, and sometimes he drops what he’s doing throughout the day just to kiss you

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Imagine being from this world and you’re thrown into the hobbit universe where you’re recruited as part of the company. When Bard finds you all washed up on shore he can’t stop staring at you - you’re the spitting image of his late wife

[idjitlili]

Gonna need a wheel chair

Bard x reader

A request from @ifitaketwomoresteps​ 

“I noticed you haven’t wrote for bard *shocked emoji*can you write something fluffy and sweet for him?” I cant tell if this what you wanted ,i kinda went mental when i thought of a title...

summary:renting a room from bard only to come home ,to find a bunch of dwarves there,lets just say he doesnt like the looks the dwarves were giving you.

word count:1551 a/n sorry if this isnt great a request from tumblr ,it was my greatnans funeral ,and at the wake I ended up injuring my second biggest toe on a door. po tat TOE.  

Okay times were tuff in laketown,people could barely avoid to feed themselves,oh and you were worse you couldn't avoid to home yourself. You had been friends with Bard for many years,well your older brother was that how you knew him. Yeah brothers bestfriend you had developed a crush on him,but in the end he got married and had two children. You were beyond heartbroken,you bottled it all up to hide it from your brother,getting a job in laketowns only pub as a waitress.

At this point you were only a teenager ,you shoud not have fell in love with an older man,yeah. The reason you needed to work was simply you wanted your own freedom to go on adventures,and not live with your parents. Fast forward still saving ,when you hear news of Bards wife dying in childbirth ,he was a widow now. Is that what you call a guy with a dead spouse you werent sure.

In a couple of years later he comes into the pub ,starts talking to you,informs you of how he needs a babysitter for most hours in the day,due to his job. Yeah you were confused why he was telling you this,but it turns out he had spoken to your brother about it ,and he had informed Bard that you were saving to get out of the house. In which you would be happy with just a room,and this caused Bard to offer you a job as his childrens babysitter,and get payed and live with him for free.

You still on weekends worked at the pub,as those were Bards'  two days off in the week. This babysitting gig meant free home away from your parents, free food ,money ,only disadvantage was being so close to the man that didnt love you back.This carried on for a couple of years,in which you might aswell be their mother ,being the only motherly figure Tilda had ever known,the other too seem to like you but didnt warm up to you as quickly. Unknowingly to you Bard grew deep feelings for you too,but thought you would never return them as he was father to three children,what could he offer you but barrels from the elven king,Thranduil.

Your parents nagged you everytime they saw you ,asking when you would court someone,as they were scared not ever seeing you in a proper relationship. Your mother would ask if you liked Bard or how was bard oh how are your legs,can you still walk.It was horrific;in honesty.

However on this particular day you had cooked dinner when you had realised there was no more bread, so you would have to run out,telling the children not answer the door to anyone but you and Bard,as he was due back any minute. Only to your luck you had brought the bread ,heading back onlyto run into Alfrid who shamelessly tried flirting with you ,in which you told him "go brush your bloody teeth maggot" in which he did not like that ,and it ended up with you being pushed in the lake ,dropping the bread on the wood before hand.

Your outer dresses and corset pulling you done, making it hard for you swim up. The cold water over taking you ,only choice you had was to cut off the corset and outer dress with the knife located in your sock.

Alfrid laughing at you from the decking ,only to gasp when you come rushing up in just your now very see through dress thing,with shorts on underneath of course. Alfrid had began to walk away when you had pulled yourself up onto the decking grabbing a hold of him ,throwing his bloody hat in the water before punching him square in the nose. Him being a coward had almost fell over ,gasping ,kinda of crying before sprinting off like sonic in embarrassment. YOu had frowned in annoyance about your now ruined new dresses,before picking up the loaf of bread ,heading home.

You had tried to rush back without drawing to much attention the the dress ,and how awful you must look right now,you didnt want these people seeing your breasts.You had swung the door open ,loaf in one arm ,you sorta looked like the terminator,when he holds the present.

This caused a whole bunch of dwarves ,Bard and the childrens eyes to be covered to look at you wide eyed-wait why were there dwarves here. Bard had looked you up and down in shock before taking a blanket from sigrid's arms ,walking to you fast paced wrapping it around you covering you up.

"what in bloody middle earth ,caused you to run around naked?" Bard had whisper shouted at you making you flinch ever so slightly. " I went to go get bread for dinner then after Alfrid." you had whispered to Bard looking down in embarrassment ,you had hoped that he wouldnt have been home and seen so much of you. It was worse that so did a bunch of dwarves that you didnt know did too. "what did he do?OH MY-I'll kill him" he had turned literal red in anger,you had gripped his arm stopping him going past the door. "he only pushed me in the water , the dresses were pulling  me down, I had to cut them off. If anything he will leave me alone." you had smirked up proudly at Bard ,who looked at you confused.

"what did you do hm,y/n?" at this point he had pulled you into your room away from the eyes of the dwarves,some more pervy than others. "well first off so you aren't angry with me he was making a move on me again.  So I told him to brush his teeth ,and then boom im in the water so then I had to cut my NEW dresses to avoid death,then jumped out like a bloody frog and boom punch him in the face.I swear to god he started crying and ran away." he had chuckled at your emphasising gestures at the words new ,frog and boom,well those were only hand movements but he liked your description.

"he has done this before?why have you never said,I would have sorted him for you." he spoke brushing a stray strand of wet hair from your face with his rough fingers,making you lightly redden.

"yes multiple times, i'm a waitress it happens. Plus I didn't tell you because I dont expect you to protect me,its not your problem." you spoke slightly embarrassed walking to your draws pulling out a pair of trousers and shirt out,before sitting on your bed pulling the shorts off,bard would see anything because your dress was covering,pulling the trousers on. You had shrugged the blanket off standing up,going to pull the dress off,making Bard turn away.

"Its not like you havent seen me nude before. Remember when I tripped with stew and went to change and you burst in to see if I was okay or about the time when-""yeah I get it,its just not very polite to watch a women undress and not give her privacy." he spoke quietly,still facing away as you now pulled your tunic on.  In which you had turned him around ,pressing a peck of your lips to his ,before speaking "yeah ,unfortunately for me most of lake town and  a bunch of dwarves have seen pretty much everything." you began to walk away to open the door but Bard turns you to face him like you had done to him.

"I really cant tell was that kiss signifying you like me back or?" he had questioned you with his big green eyes,searching for any emotion. You had smirked up nodding ,you dont know what had given you that push to kiss him but it happened.  He had grinned widely ,following you . And with that you had walked out your room with the loaf still with you. Only for Tilda to running and jump into your  arms once you had reached the kitchen.

"DArn the bread is really squashed now." you had thought but you were happy ,you could already hear your nosy mouth asking "do you need a wheelchair,what kind of sausage is it german or- yeah lets not continue thinking about that. Anyways you end up travelling just not how you expecting ,uhh smuag the terrible. But after that you did go travelling to different kingdoms ,well you had to due to Bard being king of dale,but never less you got to see everything you wanted and you got a family with it.

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Imagine Bard seeing you, someone he’s been interested in for a long time, playing with the children, just to confirm that his feelings for you are true.

[oakenwriter]

Imagine - Being caught with Bard.

His lips attacked yours with a ferocity that had you groaning and your hips grinding against his as he cupped your rear and lifted you up in one quick movement.

You immediately wrapped your legs around his waist as he then placed you on the table, his hand shooting out to push everything out of the way. Objects clattered to the ground but you didn't care; you were too lost in the feel of having Bard so close. Your lips moved with such fervor it made your heart pound and your head spin, your hands running up his chest before reaching up to tangle in the strands of his hair.

One of his hands trailed down your body until they nestled at the apex of your thighs, a finger stroking your skin teasingly. The heat was rising with you, the lust sending you into a frenzy as you hurried to rid him of his clothes. They were only getting in the way and it seemed he had the same thoughts because he quickly stripped you of yours, discarding of them with rapid speed.

"Such beauty..." He pulled away from you long enough to gaze at your bare body but you couldn't bring yourself to feel insecure. With the way Bard was staring at you, you knew he liked what he saw.

"Please," You begged, causing his eyes to flash to yours. "I need you."

Those seemed to be the magic words because the second you'd finished speaking, his lips were back on yours and he was guiding his thick cock to your entrance.

Gripping your hips and pulling you closer, you placed one hand on the table and the other around his neck to steady yourself. He leaned down to press his lips to your neck and when he started licking, nipping and sucking at the skin there, you knew you were bound to end up with a mark. Usually, you didn't like to be marked but with Bard, it was different; you didn't care. He could mark you anywhere he wanted and you'd willingly let him.

In one long fluid thrust, he was sheathed inside you, making the both of you groan loudly. He filled you completely and when he started to move, slowly at first and then gradually picking up the pace, there was no controlling the moans that escaped you. The pleasure you were feeling was far too good and far too intense and all you could focus on was Bard and the way he was making you feel.

Somehow, the danger of being caught at any moment only added to it all. You knew that the company could be back at any moment and knowing that only made things so much more exciting and thrilling.

Suddenly, Bard hit a certain spot that had your eyes rolling to the back of your head in ecstasy.

"Oh god!" You moaned, one of his hands reaching up to fondle your breast, tugging at your nipple and causing sensations to shoot through you.

He continued to thrust into you, though harder and faster than before. With only one clutching your hip, he reached up to grip a fistful of your hair, tugging on it.

A hiss escaped you but he silenced you with his lips, moving them in sync with yours.

It wasn't long until you could feel your release approaching, your moans turning to whimpers the closer you became.

Bard, sensing this, reaching down to rub small circles on your clit. The second he did that, you wondered whether it was possible to pass from overwhelming pleasure because your legs tightened around his waist and he started thrusting harder.

"Oh, oh god, Bard!" You moaned, one last thrust sending you over the edge. Your orgasm hit you hard, your entire body quivering as your nails dug into the skin of his shoulder.

Bard's orgasm hit him just seconds after yours, groaning your name as he buried his head in the crook of your neck. Both of you were breathing heavily as you came down from your high.

"That was..." You spoke through your pants. "That was the best sex I've ever had."

Not that you'd had much to compare it with but still, you weren't going to tell him that.

Bard chuckled. "You are incredible."

You opened your mouth to speak but suddenly, the door opened and in walked Bofur.

Of all the dwarves that could have chosen to walk in at that moment, when you were caught up in post coital bliss with Bard, it just had to be the dwarf that really wouldn't let it go.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Bofur taunted, a grin full of mischief on his face.

"Erm... I... we- yeah, I got nothing." You admitted, glancing up at Bard. Thankfully Bard had had the sense to pull you in his arms so that Bofur couldn't see anything other than your bare back and your legs. Your breasts were pressed against Bard's chest and you ducked your head in embarrassment.

"Give us a minute." Bard told him, not seeming the least bit embarrassed to have been caught in such a compromising position.

Bofur's grin widened and he bowed quickly before rushing back out, no doubt to tell everybody else what he had just witnessed.

"He's never going to let me forget this." You whined.

"I hope you wouldn't forget this anyway." Bard spoke softly, his fingers trailing up and down your spine soothingly.

"I couldn't." You replied honestly.

"We better get dressed before the others burst in. Or my children." He then said and you sighed, reality like a slap in the face as he stepped away from you to gather your clothes.

You both got dressed in record speed, though you wondered whether you would ever see Bard again.

You hoped so because you sure as hell wouldn't mind a repeat of what just happened.

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AN: Let me know what you think of this, it’s been a while since I’ve written a sex scene. 

[talktothemoon2]

Imagine Bard going out to look for you.

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Imagine Bard trying to flirt with you and Thranduil awkwardly standing there because he walked in the room at the wrong time.

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Everlasting - Bard

Requested by @nouria-evenstar

3. “I need you.”

57. “I lost our child.”

A/N: Sorry if this is bad, I’ve been doing a lot of school work *sigh*

Warnings: Miscarriage, please don’t read if this is something you are not comfortable with.

Words:1250

The pain, the aching, incinerating, stabbing pain that blossomed from my abdomen had worked its way past the hazy cloud of sleeping draughts and pain sedating medication and into my dreams, ones that would be more appropriately described as nightmares.

I tore through a dark, misty forest, looking for a child-that I had never met, mind you- with some seedling of motherly instinct taking hold of my bleary mind. I questioned my motives at first, but when I couldn’t explain them, I had given into the adrenaline and maternal calls.

Despite the pounding of my feet on the blackened ground, the thundering of blood in my ears, and the wails of the unnamed child piercing sharply through the air, I heard voices echoing throughout my head, but they were nothing more than a muted hum. Some sounded like ‘fake’ and others like ‘plead’. As the gargles became more clear, I realized that ‘fake’ was, in actuality, ‘wake’ and ‘plead’ was transforming horrifyingly into ‘please’.

My eyes snapped open, black dots swimming before my vision as cold light hit my eyes fully. The throbbing that had kept me running in slumber amplified itself by thrice in an exploding outburst, making me suck in a breath and my hand instantly coming to rest on my flattened stomach.

That was odd. My stomach had taken on a rounded shape over the past few months, swelling with a new, innocent life within me as a result of fervid love making between myself and my beloved husband, Bard of Laketown.

Suddenly the memories came flooding into my mind faster than I would have preferred.

The cool, faded winter sunlight was beginning to fade, clouds taking its place as even fall neared. I sat on the sturdy wooden docks, toes prudently dipped into the nipping bite of glacial water below. The cool touch of the black waves filled my feet with a tingling sensation but from the knees up I was a melting mesh of love and warmth, for Bard had his arms wrapped comfortably around me, holding my back closely to his chest, his large masculine hands lying on my protruding stomach.

Suddenly, a sharp pain hit my stomach and a cry of agony escaping my throat in a ragged gasp.

“Y/N!” Bard’s voice reached my ears, as his arms tightened around my middle, keeping me from falling into the waves below. “What’s wrong, love?”

“The child,” I sobbed, the worry for my offspring and the tormenting clutch the spasms had on me enough to make rivers spring to my eyes.

Stars began to flood my vision and a shrill ringing in my ears had begun as Bard lifted me into his arms and began to run to the small, impoverished medical hall that resided near the king’s residency in the middle of the maze of docks that was Laketown.

“Stay with me, Y/N,” Bard pleaded. “Everything will be fine. You will be fine.”

“No, it won’t, Bard,” I whispered, my mind hardly even conscious of the denial as it fell from my lips.

Then, everything was silent and dark. Oh, so dark.

When I surfaced from the hellish land that was my memory, I could feel rivers where my tears had fallen from my eyes and down, circling my ear and ending at the base of my neck, where the drops of salty misery dropped onto the pillow.

“Y/N,” a voice said, my eyes flicking to the source of the sound, a man with tangled, ebony locks that hung around darkly circled sterling eyes, a being who I recognized to be my husband, Bard. “You’re awake.”

I became aware of the hand that was wrapped tightly around mine as it gave me a small squeeze that I suppose was supposed to serve as a comfort.

“W-where is our child?” I mumbled, voice cracked and dry sounding, as if I haven’t used it in months.

Bard’s eyes sank in time with his head as he bowed it slightly.

“They’re gone, aren’t they?” I choked.

“She is gone,” Bard replied, voice weak and full of such dread that it made my heart shatter.

“It-it was a girl?” I asked, tears falling down the valleys of my cheeks as Bard made eye contact with me once more.

“Yes,” Bard said, a small smile forming on his lips as images of the babe must be flashing through his mind. “She-she was so beautiful, so innocent, but-but now-”

My heart decimated to dust as a heart wrenching sob left my husband’s mouth.

“She looked just like you,” Bard cried.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what I did wrong,” I murmured, trying to be strong for my husband, but my attempts were rendered useless as I cried hysterically. “I never meant to cause you any harm.”

“N-no, Y/N, you can’t blame yourself for this. I don’t have the slightest distemperment towards you for the loss of our daughter. It wasn’t your fault,” Bard said, callused hands caressing my cheeks and brushing strands of my H/C out of my face. “I-it just wasn’t meant to be I suppose.”

“But Bard, my love,” I sobbed, mind unbelieving of his words, for how could he not blame me for losing our daughter. I was supposed to safely harbor the child within me until her birth, until her blessed cries could ring throughout the halls like the soft tinkling of bells. But now any hope of such events was lost. “How can you remain to look at me when I failed to be a proper mother? I lost our child. Does that mean nothing to you?”

The look Bard gave me then only made me sob harder as both his rough hands clasped my own tightly, eyes searching mine with melancholy.

“Oh, my shining stars, my Y/N, you did not fail as a mother. Of course the loss of our beloved daughter hurts me, and of course she will always have a place in my heart, despite never knowing her fully. I know you may think this is your fault, my dearest, but I see past that. I can see a future with us happily living with a child, or maybe even three if you prefer it.” Bard rambled, his words soothing me slightly as his hands fell from my grasp to trace patterns on my now flat stomach. “The healer said that this baby wasn’t meant to be, it was a miscarriage, but you aren’t barren. Even if you were I would love you, because I want nothing more than you. I always have. I need you.”

His speech, although short and rushed, still silenced me, my heart slowly rebuilding itself, with thrice the love and ardor it once had. I was in tears by the time Bard had finished tracing lines of unknown origins and kissed my forehead, encasing my jawline with the gentlest of fluttering fondles.

“B-Bard,” I murmured, a faint grin on my lips as he rolled his way onto the mattress beside me, arms encircling my waist, pulling me close to his chest. “I love you, so, so much, my beloved bowman.”

“My love for you is unfathomable, for it is deeper than the lake on which this bleak town sits upon. My adoration for you is richer than all the dwarven kings combined. It thaws the harsh frosts of winter and cools the blazing heats of summer. You are my everlasting source of hope and comfort. And I love you more than you could ever know, Y/N.”